[A laugh! A sad laugh, but a laugh all the same and Mettaton laughs a little himself. They are holding hands and it's doing him more good than he thought it would. He cares about this human so much and it feels sudden, but he's not holding himself back for once, for one glorious moment in time, he's letting himself show the affection he wants to show.
There's no one else but him and Chara and the curtain is drawn. The audience has gone home and all there is left to do is to clean up the stage.]
Sometimes, when bad things happen between two people who just want the best for each other, both sides get hurt. Sometimes you may think you have no right to be injured, but that's not how it works. You're hurt because you care, because you never wanted the bad thing to happen. No one is perfect. No matter how much you may want to be.
[Is he speaking to himself or Chara? Does it matter? A ghost, left alone to tend to a farm of snails, devoid of family. A robot, taking a new life, alone with his guilt. A scratching, gnawing feeling of something missing, of something wrong, losing your, haha, "other half".
A dark forest, moonlight creeping through the branches and leaves. Scratches on the chassis, on his legs, paint job in order. The dim shimmery luminescence of a ghost, floating towards the edge of the tree line to the abyss, tears falling
falling
falling]
So long as you are alive, Chara, you can make up for your mistakes. So long as you have the ability to reach out to others with any intent to repair, you can fix things.
[They had both been quiet during that slow walk back to the mansion.]
Luckily for you, poetry is one of the best ways to express yourself for apologies. Maybe you could write an entire book of haikus and use that.
[The joke is wearing thin, but he keeps it up, because he knows. He knows it helps.
This CR cut my hair while I was sleeping, dyed it and then fashioned it into a nice hairdo
There's no one else but him and Chara and the curtain is drawn. The audience has gone home and all there is left to do is to clean up the stage.]
Sometimes, when bad things happen between two people who just want the best for each other, both sides get hurt. Sometimes you may think you have no right to be injured, but that's not how it works. You're hurt because you care, because you never wanted the bad thing to happen. No one is perfect. No matter how much you may want to be.
[Is he speaking to himself or Chara? Does it matter? A ghost, left alone to tend to a farm of snails, devoid of family. A robot, taking a new life, alone with his guilt. A scratching, gnawing feeling of something missing, of something wrong, losing your, haha, "other half".
A dark forest, moonlight creeping through the branches and leaves. Scratches on the chassis, on his legs, paint job in order. The dim shimmery luminescence of a ghost, floating towards the edge of the tree line to the abyss, tears falling
falling
So long as you are alive, Chara, you can make up for your mistakes. So long as you have the ability to reach out to others with any intent to repair, you can fix things.
[They had both been quiet during that slow walk back to the mansion.]
Luckily for you, poetry is one of the best ways to express yourself for apologies. Maybe you could write an entire book of haikus and use that.
[The joke is wearing thin, but he keeps it up, because he knows. He knows it helps.
He hopes he is helping.]